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State Property Soundtrack lyrics Don't Realize lyrics [Beanie Sigel Talking] Somebody's burnin close to the ground I been here before,but I aint gone lay down naw, naw you suckas, i aint gone lay down [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Uh aiyoa I walks like a pimp, spark wit this mack Click lock aint a smith you tell from this gat You fuck around and lose a leg or somethin I laser somethin I'm a predator Make me Schwarzennegger something You niggas talkin bout a dolla aint a thing I got da blocks boilin move oils like Babylon I move work in and out da Tri-State All doubles don't supply weight All bureaus five eights Yeah, I'm in and out of state I touched alot of states And yeah my plate touched alot steaks And you crumbs can't supply a cake And cake don't make crumbs it's true Do da knowledge wait I'm try to school you to some game youngin But you nuckle head lame youngin Swear you know the game youngin Swear we move on the same train youngin I'm on a different track I'm the conductor yall niggas rats [Rell: Chorus Sung] Yall niggas don't realize [uh uh] What it takes to make this doe There's no mothafuckin way that I [we eatin nigga] Can show you how we roll Wish yall realized [get meal, get a free lunch ticket or somethin] What it takes to make this cream Things I'm makin wit my team So simple as it seems [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Yall niggas fuckin wit that bake and that come back And always got a story like wait, I'ma come back Sometimes you gotta go away to make a come back And those that know when they go don't even come back My nails dirty I aint sit on my hands Scale dirty i aint sit on no grams Jail worthy got dat shit my ass Man, hustlin all inside of me I cop a spot, pop them numbers like the lottery Keep my luck sevens, big fours right beside of me Not pick six keep hollows right beside of me In case them numbers on them balls jump around I gotta make them boys come to town and dumb around You mufackas betta buckle down Before I buckle down Naw nigga we can't knuckle now We past dat we on another level Like blast dat, body bag, casket, nother shevel [Rell: Chorus Sung] [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] I sold it all I even broke them niggas on the dice Bucked them niggas who was nice Broke em all You used to pop willies on the block Now you pop willy on the block So where da raw My attitude like the state of Missouri Can I relate to you story Niggas naw You talkin to the wrong one Nigga I'm a strong gun Walked in this game But I'm in it for the long run Till the lord come I'm a get it till it's all done [Rell:Chorus Sung Until Instrumental and fade out] Other State Property Soundtrack lyrics: Roc the Mic lyrics Sun Don't Shine lyrics It's Not Right lyrics Do You Want Me lyrics Sing My Song lyrics No Glory lyrics Bitch Niggas lyrics Why Must I lyrics International Hustler lyrics Hood I Know lyrics Get Nowhere... lyrics Trouble Man lyrics |